My name is Mississippi Carville; I was born in Tookalooka, Louisiana in the particularly chilly fall morning of September 8th 1991. My upbringing was one of epically disastrous proportions. My father Jean-Louis Carville the III, was a constant drinker and merry-maker of large breasted seductresses. My mother died during my arduous delivery and I have yet to be forgiven my immediate family for simply being birthed. I was raised in a quaint orphanage in the godforsaken city of New-Orleans, by a rather stringent and sexually deviant collection of nuns known as the “Sisters of the Blessed Necklace”. I escaped the eventually mendacity and oppression of Louisiana in the summer of 2006. I lived initially with my spirit-lover, Javier Wistenfall in a loft north of the famous Greenwich Village. After I caught him bedding with three South-Asian immigrants I utilized the pistol in my bookcase and was sent to prison in upstate New York for two years. I now live with my moderately successful playwright cousin Vander Artrioux in “The Big Apple”. I hope to write poetry and novels that will capture the spirit of the “lethargic generation”.
